Once it touches it savors,
A specialty or a perfect taste,
A succulent prep it favors,
Abhors that morsel gone waste.
Inferno, when spruced with spice
Addictive, when trickled sweet,
Arctic, when met with ice,
Articulate, when prudent and upbeat!
It’s super sensitive but fits in
As a cleaner of the orifice,
Docks robust vessels therein,
Marine forever, without crease
With powers to seal a kiss,
Or be tied at a time divine,
Dances and twirls within lips,
Preaches lucid when sublime!
Don’t twist it, turn it… in vain,
For rage, deceit or silly fun,
It shall leave an indelible stain,
On anybody who heard your ‘tongue’!!
Use it seldom,
For reason or regale
Use it well… but never to hurt or wail!